RPAGF Chapter 286 The Japanese soldiers torn to pieces, go to hell!
Chapter 286 The Japanese soldiers torn to pieces, go to hell!
The ground began to shake violently, as if a giant beast was turning over underground, making it difficult to even stand.
But the cannon fire continued unabated, the deafening roar causing a painful ache in one's eardrums.
The Japanese observation posts left on the position lay prone in their bunkers, trying to peer forward with the help of the flashes from exploding shells.
Finally, in the instant when another flash illuminated the earth, he saw the scene ahead clearly—the enemy's tank formation was right in front of him.
Those steel behemoths had opened their gaping maws, and their cannons were almost poking into their faces.
"This...the enemy is attacking!!!" the observation post cried out in terror, his voice trembling.
He never imagined that the enemy's shells would land so close to the armored units, so incredibly close.
What incredibly precise coordination and daring command it would take to achieve that? It's like dancing on a knife's edge.
The Japanese soldiers hiding in the trenches and air-raid shelters panicked when they heard the shouts.
They crawled out of their bunkers in disbelief, lay prone on the position, and stared ahead with wide, round eyes.
Sure enough, armored vehicles roared in, their headlights all on, the blinding beams sweeping across the battlefield like searchlights.
At the same time, a large number of infantrymen jumped out of the rear hatches of the armored vehicles and quickly dispersed, forming a standard infantry-tank combined arms formation.
The infantrymen, carrying submachine guns, crouched low and followed closely behind the armored vehicles like shadows.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!" Hand grenades flew into the Japanese trenches like raindrops, exploding in the narrow space.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!" The tail flame of the Iron Fist Sixty drew a bright trajectory in the darkness, precisely penetrating the Japanese army's firing point.
There were also flamethrowers, which spewed out scorching flames more than ten meters away, burning Japanese soldiers hiding in bunkers into flames.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of burnt meat and chemicals, a nauseating combination.
The Japanese commander, as if waking from a dream, shouted in terror, "Get into position!!! Organize a defense!!!!"
His voice sounded so faint amidst the gunfire, like the buzzing of a mosquito, that it couldn't travel very far.
It's too late, everything is too late.
The armored vehicle's tracks had rolled onto the edge of the trench, and dirt and gravel were falling down in a flurry.
The vehicle-mounted machine gun, positioned high above, fired wildly at the Japanese troops attempting to enter the position, the muzzle flashes incessantly.
The distinctive "hissing" sound of the MG42 machine gun sounded particularly jarring at this moment, like the laughter of death echoing in the night sky.
This machine gun has a theoretical rate of fire of up to 1,200 rounds per minute, or 20 bullets per second, which is denser than raindrops.
The flying bullets formed a visible net of fire, tearing the bodies of Japanese soldiers to shreds one by one.
The soldier who was shot was struck as if by an invisible hammer. He leaned back violently and then fell limply to the ground, blood gushing out.
"Bang bang bang!!!" That was the roar of a 20mm machine gun, deep and powerful.
The moment the high-explosive bomb exploded in the crowd, shrapnel flew everywhere, turning the surrounding Japanese soldiers into a bloody mess.
If it hits the body, it's even more gruesome—the torso is instantly shattered into pieces, and the limbs fly far away.
Not to mention the 75mm short-barreled cannon and 50mm long-barreled cannon equipped on the Puma tank.
The shells were fired continuously, exploding loudly at Japanese firing positions and where people were gathered.
Each shell that landed left a crater several meters wide, with mutilated corpses scattered around it.
The rifles, submachine guns, and flamethrowers in the hands of the infantrymen roared and howled incessantly.
The PPSh submachine gun's 71-round drum magazine provides extremely strong sustained firepower, eliminating the need for frequent magazine changes.
In the battle for trenches, the 9mm pistol bullet became a persistent nightmare for the Japanese army, with weak penetration but excellent stopping power.
The Japanese soldiers who were hit by bullets did not die immediately, but lost their ability to move. They lay in the mud and water, wailing, and their voices gradually weakened.
"Da da da!!!" This sound, like a typewriter, is the unique firing sound of the PPSh-41.
It became a demonic sound echoing in the ears of the Japanese soldiers, each sound signifying the fall of yet another person.
Before the Japanese troops that wanted to support the front line could arrive, they were first met with a barrage of artillery fire from the artillery detachment.
With the help of artillery observers deployed at the front constantly refining the precise coordinates, Wang Chengzhu's artillery positions were always able to hit shells 300 meters in front of the troops.
The observers lay prone in the forward bunkers, radioing out a series of coordinate numbers, their voices as calm as if they were reciting a menu.
The Japanese troops attempting to provide support suffered heavy casualties before even reaching the front lines, due to the intense artillery fire.
Shells rained down from the sky and exploded above their heads, shrapnel raining down like hail.
Some soldiers didn't even see where the enemy was before their legs were blown off, and they fell into pools of blood screaming in agony.
The overwhelming offensive was unstoppable, and the Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper.
One by one, the positions in the southern part of Minshan Township were breached, like torn pieces of paper scattered all over the ground.
Meanwhile, the offensive against Huangkan Village was also launched simultaneously, and the night sky was lit up red by artillery fire.
The artillery of the guard detachment was the first to open fire on the Japanese positions, and the whistling sound of shells cutting through the night sky rose and fell.
At this moment, the Japanese soldiers on the Huangkan Village position were relatively less vigilant.
After winning several battles, everyone felt that the Third Column was exhausted and could no longer cause any trouble.
There was even a group of soldiers sitting around an old soldier, listening to him boast about his past "battle achievements".
They lit a few candles, the candlelight flickering in the breeze, illuminating young yet numb faces.
The veteran had a long scar on his face, stretching from his forehead to his chin, which looked particularly menacing in the firelight.
"At that time, my 68th Regiment stormed into Nanjing. The city walls were really high, but they were all bombed down."
He paused, took a drag of his cigarette, and the smoke swirled in the candlelight.
"There are still many people in the city who didn't have time to escape, men, women, and children, huddled in street corners, trembling with fear."
"And then what?" a young Japanese soldier asked impatiently, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The old soldier chuckled, revealing a few yellowed teeth; the smile sent chills down one's spine.
"Then we opened fire. We swept from one end of the street to the other, and the bodies piled up along the street, and the blood flowed like a small river."
He paused deliberately, and seeing the new recruits looking as anxious as baboons, he continued speaking with satisfaction.
"After we had our fill of killing, we captured two young Chinese women, who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old."
"Judging from their clothes, they should still be students, with delicate skin, they were so scared they cried..."
As he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a lewd glint flashed in his eyes.
"I--"
Before he could utter a second word, a sharp whistling sound suddenly ripped through the night sky.
"Whoosh!!!"
That was the sound of a shell slicing through the air, like a sharp blade cutting through the tranquility of the night.
"Bombardment!!!!!" the veteran shouted instinctively, his face turning deathly pale.
The next moment, a 105mm howitzer shell hit the trench where the Japanese soldiers were located with perfect accuracy.
"Boom!!!!!"
The explosion's flames instantly engulfed everything, and the shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, knocked everyone to the ground.
Shrapnel flew everywhere, tearing those evil bodies to shreds, leaving them a bloody mess.
The veteran, along with his "battle achievements," his pride, and his cruelty, was sent to hell by the shell.